Thanks to David Cooke for taking these two very different, very new poems; one written in December while I was in Brixham over Christmas & the other written only a week or so ago. Accompanying the poems are a few hundred words of explanatory prose on the hyperobject, a term I use in the poem [...]
Falun Gong (still rheum in her eyes) …As she is leaving The Comfort Inn she stops to watch a snippet from a KBS documentary : “They would drag us away for thorough medical examinations. Test our blood | take urine & stool samples| check our reflexes with a soft wooden mallet —our eye sight too. [...]
Moseulpo dreams (7:38 p.m.) …From the bus she sees farmers’ bonfires scratch the imminent dark interior of the island & the fat plumes cuffed by the sky | set in contrast to the toxic halo of a town’s crooning neon. The cemented path she walks runs off into dust | the street lights colliding with [...]
One of them difficult poems i've been banging on about lately. ∞ A miserable git no quarrel there | Larkin the everyman’s bard, the lad the lark Going, going — i see what he was driving at | it came to pass : our tarmac | clogged up vagus nerves & ventricles the fields fenced [...]
Another one from the Wallace Variations. This occurrence takes place some time after Wally comes back from the dead. Some of Wally’s Shenanigans It was from beyond the smoke & mirrors you entered this world of mirror & smoke. Why did you take to the roofs of the cul-de-sac to listen to the agitated dwellers’ [...]
Very pleased to report i have 6 poems to kick start the new journal Underfoot, started by the amiably mannered & amply minded Tim Miller. I unfortunately missed the vol-au-vonts & the champagne reception, slept in, time-zones are a meither, sometimes. Get over & like, comment & submit. i foresee a future of fine poets [...]
one of the first essays i wrote for this blog, so i thought i’d give it another spin.
Getting a good night sleep with a little help from the Supreme Reality of the Universe
all of us without exception are susceptible to dreams. if their pull is particularly intense they wash over our night & if they are particularly influential loiter in our thoughts, their magnetism pulling us into consideration of their meaning & emotional influence for a chunk of the day, until duty eventually erases them from memory or they erase our focus to perform our duties properly.
i don’t mind this susceptibility so much, what bothers me is when i have what i call a busy dream— one of those dreams where a concern is expanded— something that, though relatively trifling when explained— when expanded & lived in the dream leaves you exhausted, with a present & palpable sense that you have not slept a wink.
at least once a month i have a dream such…
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this was an actual vision/dream i had one autumn while visiting Daesa-nim some years back now. i had been guiding three South Africans around the village & up the mountain all afternoon. then i was left alone before dinner, the weather fine & my eye lids heavy, i went up to a pavillion Daesa-nim built, [...]
i have had affecting dreams for a long time. in case any one is interested there is an entire section on my blog of dream analyses i wrote over a 1 year period, some 40 or so here. i used to be sure they meant something & though they remain a difficulty for me, something [...]
Getting a good night sleep with a little help from the Supreme Reality of the Universe all of us without exception are susceptible to dreams. if their pull is particularly intense they wash over our night & if they are particularly influential loiter in our thoughts, their magnetism pulling us into consideration of their meaning [...]